The RA Monster is back at it again.
It is 1:30 a.m., and I have been up and down three times already. I'm wide awake, even with my friend Ambien. If you were to ask me what the one word was that described how I'd like to feel right now, it would definitely be "ASLEEP."
Despite the liberal use of lidoderm patches and Tylenol 3, it seems the Monster has other ideas.
So I did what I always do when it rears the ugly head it has...I eat. Eating has always been the comfort go-to that I have, and the peanut butter sandwich is my poison of choice.
It's kind of like a baby with a bottle. If the baby has hunger pain, nine times out of ten it will want a bottle. The bottle takes away the pain, so the baby associates the bottle with feeling better. That's me and the peanut butter sandwich.
When I was in my prime, way back in my elementary school years, there was a boy in my class who brought his lunch every day. And each and every day of the school year, he ate...you guessed it...the peanut butter sandwich. Every single lunch, every single day.
He ended up being a murderer and is now incarcerated for life.
TRUE STORY.
So, to draw a conclusion from this: PEANUT BUTTER x INFINITY = PRISON. RA x PEANUT BUTTER = COMFORT, therefor COMFORT = PRISON.
There is a reason I almost failed Algebra. Several times, in fact.
3 comments:
Hmmm. Comfort I agree with. The rest of your equation needs discarding!Mind you, here in the UK, prisoners have a cushy life, with satellite TV and all. No bills to pay, Warm and cosy. Three meals a day. Exercise classes and craft lessons. Let them all out, I say, and put them in old age homes and pop the old dears (I will be one soon enough) in the prison instead. Cl;early, our prisons are not like the US ones!
I'm chuckling at Linds post above...sounds like the prisoners here in the US as well. lol
As for your peanut butter sandwich, I agree, it's one of my comfort foods too :)
Hi thanks for posting this
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